Potty Training Breakthrough Alert: Over the strains of Keith Olbermann I heard some faint moaning from Lu’s room. Jason went in to investigate: she was grunting, half-lidded, headed for the potty. Jason came from the bathroom, pumped his fist in victory and said, “She peed like a race horse and didn’t even wake up.”
This is a big step from midnight cries like “DAAAAAD, I HAVE TO PEE!!!” or the dreaded “MOOOOOM, I PEED IN MY BED!!!” (and subsequent laundry).